"Release me at once or taste steel, cur!" Falamar gazed at Rhoanna in mock anguish. "Milady is displeased by the accommodations? You are welcome to leave at any time, of course, and I'm injured by the insinuation that you are anything but a guest." "I have business too urgent to put up with your pranks." The lady paced about the Captain's quarters, armor clanking with every step. "Return me to my vessel, or I am as good as your prisoner," she said, glaring at the waves. "Or did you expect me to walk?"